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Wednesday, 24 June 2015

Just thinking about this breaks my heart a little bit. Silly, I know."I do it, mummy. I do slide." And off he goes. Down the slide.The smallest thing. The biggest step. My baby boy finding his way. His independence. Turning down my offer of a hand, so he can do it himself.You'd think, by baby number three, I'd be ready for this. Braced for the bittersweet, heart wrenching, pride and sadness that comes with each new step towards independence. But nope. It's just as bloody hard. If not harder.Don't get me wrong. I love the little man he is becoming. He is funnier and more loving by the day. He's a proper little human now, that can talk and everything. We have great fun together. Just like his big brother and sister, who are every bit as awesome. But god, it's hard to watch sometimes.It kind of sneaks up on you doesn't it? Even though you didn't go anywhere, or turn your back. Suddenly, your first baby is eight years old and has a crush on a girl in his class.

So, I need to get a move on inventing that time travel machine. I don't want to change the present. It's perfect, just as it is. All I want to do is nip back every now and then to remember all three of my babies as just that. Babies. Then I'll jump back in my DeLorean, just in time to catch my little boy at the bottom of the slide.

8 comments

This made my heart ache. I'm so very nearly there, we're still at the toddling but occasional help needed stage. But it's not going to be long before he doesn't need me anymore :( let me know when that time machine is ready!

Awww, I totally relate to this. My third baby is 15 months and doing lots of things all by himself now and I just keep thinking when did this happen?! How is my first baby coming to the end of reception, when I remember her so clearly doing all these things by herself for the first time too. Such mixed emotions! x

Awwww. It's ever so difficult. I am so proud of my children's independence but the first's are so difficult, I love that they have the confidence, but do wish they'd hold my hand once in a while. A beautifully written post.